I salute thee melancholy wind

Try, try

Get to the top

My foot trembles

I am pushed

Fall, fall

could-be lies

envelop my thoughts

did they lie, did they?

When praise me so they did

Am I truly good

or truly a wretch

too small and meek

for understanding thee

Whistle, whistle

I salute thee

melancholy wind

I wish to sleep for awhile

For I fancy I am nothing

Am I deceived?

The future seems so bleak

Heal, heal

How can I make thee better?

I  shall find a way